Lauren GisalChapter 19
Friday 7th August Jim, ever punctual, arrived at eleven fifty, beaming as he saw Lauren through the doors of the bus in her pale yellow dress and white shoes. Even before the hissing of the hydraulics had stopped, he had his arms around her and was hugging her such that her feet hardly touched the pavement. “Oh, I’m so pleased to see you!” he exclaimed “Me too! Are you sure you don’t mind meeting my Mum?” “Of course not. Anyway, I want to be able to imagine where you are when we talk on...